On aboard the Mermaid's Song

Jezebel huffed then shrugged. "Whatever" she said,sensing that her first mate didn't want to talk about it. She practically glared at the pub. "If any drunkard touches me there I.WILL.KILL.THEM" she said scathingly as she made a flourishing movement with her hand. "You first"

Natasha nodded nonchalantly. "People here don't go looking for trouble, it's more like business, transactions and illicit activities. though some may go wayward. You're welcome to incinerate them - the bartender won't mind."

She entered the pub - it was eerily silent. There were hushed whispers and controversial looks were being thrown at them One even got the nerve to spit - a gesture for challenge. Natasha ignored them and pulled her captain inside, restraining her from doing anything brash.

"First things first. We need to find Francesca and then you can pulverize them all you want." She reminded the rather irritated woman on her side.

Jezebel nodded then grinned somewhat maniacally when she heard the last part of what Natasha said.

When they entered the pub, she glared fiercly at the one's giving her those controversial looks that made them shut up. She raised an eyebrow at the man who had spit. A challenge? she thought gleefully before her First mate ruined her fun and restrained her.

She looked at the man again before smirking and blowing a kiss at him to mock him but when she saw the bewildered look on his face, she almost burst into laughter.

She rolled her eyes then coughed and nodded. "True now where is she?" she said in a whisper only her first mate could hear.

Saw her captain's impatience and suppressed anger at the people in the bar. She quickened her pace, reaching the far end of the room where a blonde and a man were laughing gleefully. She cut short their conversation when she neared them.

"Francesca!" She greeted and kissed her on the cheek.

"Natasha! I thought I would never see you!" She said slur-fully. Definitely drunk, Natasha thought wryly.

"Listen -" she said tugging on her shoulder while giving the man across a threatening glare - telling him to scoot away.

"- we need to talk. Now." Natasha hissed, emphasizing each word.

"Well, we could always talk here. They won't mind, right Barton?" She hiccuped all too merrily and swung a bottle of rum at the man she had been talking to just moments ago. The man answered with a cocky grin and gave Natasha a wink which made her all the more furious. Without a word, she dragged the woman by the arm and glared at anyone who dared go into her way. She smirked when she almost reached the door. However, her glory was cut short when a man thrice her size blocked the exit.

"Going somewhere, Missy?"

This is so not good.

Jezebel followed her first mate quietly not saying a word or even acknowledging the 'Francesca' woman. Though when she looked up and saw a burly man right blocking the way out, her eyes went alight with mischief. "Can I?" she asked before cutting herself out with a curse word. "Davy Jones be damn I'm a captain i'll do what i want to do!" she exclaimed before drawing out her gun and shooting at the man who dared cross them.

She smirked menacingly as the bullet went pass the man's head, making a hole into his hair. She pointed her gun at him and sneered. "Best move or-" she said then grinned maniacally. "There be a hole right in the middle of your head or down there" she added pointing her gun downwards, smirking evilly.

Jezebel giggled evilly as the man moved, she looked - wait no she had practically glared towards the rest of the people at the bar before waving her hand to the door. "Natasha dear go out."

She knew when she had heard the bullet and saw that demeaning look on the man's face - hell was going to break lose. She had ignored her captain's request. No way was she going to chicken out a fight. Natasha loves fights. Literally.

"Seriously? Do you want to see two girls fighting?" She said mockingly as she gestured to her captain and the man she had just threatened awhile ago. Some laughed, others snickered while he was embarrassed. She then remembered the woman she had been dragging along and turned to face her.

"Go and sit there." She barked at the woman pointing to a nearby stool. Francesca obeyed with a Cheshire grin looming on her face, she swung her bottle once again and trotted towards the said seat. Natasha focused her attention back to the scene before her. She could see her captain itch for a fight. She was ready too.

The man screamed and soon there would be chaos in the bar. Her hands mechanically went auto. She knew she couldn't use her guns for this fight. Well, if deemed necessary. The people in the bar were unleashing their swords, knifes and weapons of sorts and started fighting with one another. She moved coolly to the side, to avoid getting hit. She jumped again when a man forcefully attacked her with a knife. Natasha gripped the man's wrist bypassing the knife and twisted it with ease. He grunted in pain and dropped his knife. She let him go as he sagged to the ground, too preoccupied with his injured hand to fight any longer. Natasha tossed her head to the side, looking for the brunette and blonde she had momentarily forgotten to find at the moment.

Jezebel smirked as her First Mate disobeyed. She was hoping she would do that. She looked over at the burly man who had blocked the exit and smiled as she saw the demeaning look on his face.

Jezebel's hand automatically went and unsheathed her dagger when the burly man screamed, she couldn't use her longsword when he was too close. He lunged himself toward her and she howled in pain, now noticing the damn man had a dagger with him and had sliced her arm. She took a glanced at it. It was relatively small, only a scratch but it had angered her.

She growled lowly and glared at the burly man, "You just made a mistake pal" she said before lunging at him, aiming a kick at his groin. She watched as he fell then went and sit on him, pulled his head and pressed her knife to his neck. "When someone says to never mess with me. Listen" she said before withdrawing her dagger and slamming his head hard on the floorboard, that he was unconscious.

She got up and wandered to this Francesca person. She watched as Francesca hiccuped then shook her head and pulled her up. "I don't know why in davy jone's locker you're still safe" she said before dragging her to the unblocked exit, totally ignoring and dodging the other fighters.

She looked around and whistled, hoping that her first mate would hear and catch the tune to find them.